Saturday, May 21, 2005

Music can have piercing beautyTruly-made songs urge meto pop my own ballon and let the air whooosh outfrom my lungs one last time

Of course, I won't.That would mean no new songsI hear tunes everywhere~in the footfalls on a long hallway~in the whirring spin of a ceiling fan~in the heavy breath of my lover~in the hum of an engineCan You listen?Will You?The best songsare pure blackmailThey take your heart hostageand the best hearts write songs.

~~~I wrote that poem when I had the Shins song "New Slang" trapped in my head, sailing round and round like some sort of sloop on the waves of my own awareness. My words pale in comparison to the greatness of this song. Here are the lyrics, republished so that you can understand where I was coming from. Download the song somewhere or buy the CD if you're blinging. Also, you can visit their website to see the video for free.~~~

"New Slang"

Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth.Only, i don't know how they got out, dear.Turn me back into the pet that i was when we met.I was happier then with no mind-set.

And if you'd 'a took to me likeA gull takes to the wind.Well, i'd 'a jumped from my treeAnd i'd a danced like the king of the eyesoresAnd the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries.Hope it's right when you die, old and bony.Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,Never should have calledBut my head's to the wall and i'm lonely.

And if you'd 'a took to me likeA gull takes to the wind.Well, i'd 'a jumped from my treeAnd i'd a danced like the kind of the eyesoresAnd the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs,And bleed into their buns 'till they melt away.

I'm looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find.Without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine?And if you'd 'a took to me likeWell i'd a danced like the queen of the eyesoresAnd the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.